“Isn’t it wonderful!” said Mr. Duwell, who was almost as excited as the children. “Notice how all the men work together, everyone doing his part to help the others.”
“What are the baking hours?” he asked the manager.
“From twelve o’clock, noon, till midnight, the ovens are kept going as you see them now,” said the manager.
“We will go down one more flight to the shipping room,” he added, leading the way.
There the finished loaves were coming down from the floor above on great racks to wait for shipping time. The space in front of the shipping platform was crowded with wagons and automobiles.
“Why, look!” said Wallace, “there are more wagons than automobiles. I should think you would use automobiles entirely.”
“No,” replied the manager, “the automobiles are better for long distances; but for short distances, where the driver has to start and stop, horses are much better. When the driver serves bread along a street he calls, ‘Come Dolly,’ or whatever the horse’s name is, and the horse follows. The horse is alive; the automobile isn’t.”
“When does the delivery start?” asked Mr. Duwell.
“Soon after midnight.”